My Mum once bought me a book,
Called follow your dreams,
And although i didn't look,
It leapt from its seems.
At the time i was confident,
My outlook was nonchalant,
My feelings were buried with faith.
And so I was vulnerable
Discarding what's honorable,
But these were my formative days.
Oh we all cry somedays,
And we all will die one day,
So come on try, I say,
Just live by this little book
Give it a healthy look,
And you won't be bitter
And you won't be thankless no more.
My Mum once fed me a line,
That was rather profound,
'When you're losing the love for your life,
There'll be comfort in sound'.
At the time I was petrified,
My feelings had left me tied
Up in all kind of strange knots.
But now that I recognise,
The words they are strong and wise,
I listened and learnt from the lot.
Oh we all cry somedays,
And we all will die one day,
So come on try, I say,
Just live by this little book
Give it a healthy look,
And you won't be bitter
And you won't be thankless no more